I’m horrible at simple maths, so forgive me if this is a blatant lie from the start. It’s possible I am totally wrong.
That being said, I did the math looking at word counts and average productivity rates (yes, I keep those) and it looks to me like I may have a finished expanded rough outline thingy by the end of this month, and an actual finished ROUGH (emphasize ROUGH) draft by the end of next.
I know so many writers and bloggers and advice twitterpates all say how you must write, and you must write MORE, Rawr! Or you’re not a writer! OR the world may come to an end and you are not serious and you will never get published and we will stomp on kittens with our big meanie boots and it will be all your fault for not writing MORE!
You couldn’t see it, but I just stuck my tongue out at those people.
See, I have been fighting cancer for 5 months now, and I am tired. Also, bald.
My husband, God bless him, is tired also, and the kids are small balls of attention deficit. Everyone wants more Mommy, and Mommy barely has the energy to complete sentences when she talks, much less infuse a whole made up world with wit and awesome. So yeah, I write less. And sometimes I get panicky, its a symptom, and I write nothing for days because I can’t deal with anything other than breathing in and out.
Personally I think breathing in and out is pretty cool at this point. Actually, it IS the point.
Add to that I had an accident at Office Depot (see my blog from 2 weeks ago) and now have to have surgery on my ankle. There is just not enough of me to go around.
SO if I want to get super excited thinking that in 2ish months I could have a whole rough draft to sit and ponder in all its probable horribleness, then that’s what I’m gonna do. That, and eat cupcakes.
I have been watching authors that I remember reading their first novels the day they came out ( because I have read everything, I seem to wait on midweek every week for a new book). So many of them are now NYT bestsellers, like Kiersten White. I actually got an arc of Paranormalcy from a book blogging friend and I have watched it grow. I don’t know her at all, but I feel like I kind of got to ride the wave of her excitement on into my own writing. Sometimes I get too fragile to even get words on paper for weeks at a time, but watching others success only makes me excited to work harder, and I have been doing that alot lately.
Hopefully when it becomes my time to shine, it will light a path for the next person, too.